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Have I come to the moment where I can retire this diary? It seems that way sometimes. It's not that I've been so busy. In fact, I spend quite a bit of my time alone these days. Long stretches of no one. Sometimes it is so maddening that I...

Last summer, I lost my mind over someone's sonogram photo of a baby. I spent last Sunday with the mother of that baby. The baby's name is Sam and he is a few months old now. His mother is lovely. Every time I said his name, How is S...

On Saturday I ran into A in the subway. I was struck by how ordinary our encounter seemed. I was walking down the length of the train and there he was. I saw him first. I nudged his foot with mine and sat next to him. After we said goodby...

Frigid weather again. I have so many items of clothes on that I have a hard time moving. This must be what it feels like to be terribly fat. I need to stop talking to strangers. Today a street vendor asked me to remove the scarf I was we...

Finished reading The Glass Room in the early afternoon. I was sitting outside a cafe, damp cold and raining. When I got to the end, I started to cry. "I am Ottilie" reduced me to tears. Just as I was wiping my eyes, my friend stepped off...

I'm having one of those nights when I don't know what to do with myself. There is no comfort to be found in sleep or in my books or in other people and so I just give in to this. The reprieve, I know, will come in the morning. Tomorrow, it will...

This morning, on the Downtown 2 train, it was very crowded. There was a bike at rush hour. Woman 1 got on at 72nd Street. She shoved me, Woman 2 and everyone else around her.Woman 2 snarled: "Excuse me."Woman 1: "Wouldn't you j...

I sometimes think that the lives led by obsessive people can never be clean. There will be collateral damage, harsh words, unsaid farewells, heartbreak, shameful acts. But then I backtrack. Clearly I am thinking of myself in comparison to peopl...

I am sick again. My immune system has let me down and I am a little pissed. I should probably not anthropomorphize this or else people will think I am mentally ill on top of everything else. A childhood friend from International School in...

A fit of paranoia. My cousin saw me writing and asked me if I kept a blog. What could I say? He asked for the address and I refused to give it to him but who knows if he might have gone through my computer later. He is 17-years-old. Hardl...